A/N: Hullo! So, I know that technically this is counterproductive, but I'm re-reading all the HP novels with my boyfriend- it's an amazing experience by the way, we both keep reading things/ hearing things on the audio books that we forgot were there! –so I'm re-writing ever chapter of my story. I'll be taking out the outside OC- meaning anyone besides Kelby and AJ –and reworking a few points. This is also an opportunity for me to fix some things I did wrong the first time around.
Now, if you've read everything from the beginning, I thank you for being faithful, and I hope that these re-writes will only help the story and make you love it more. Kelby is one of the few OC I have that I have a special spot for in my heart, because she is so much like me. I can only hope her addition to the story will work, and make someone smile.
I don't own HP or anything affiliated with it, just the plot and my OC, so enjoy!
A Fairy Among Witches & Wizards
Chapter One: Meeting The Fairy
When she was little, she used to use her magic as a game; she would move things with her mind, or make flowers bloom in the garden, only to make them revert back to their original buds. It was a game to see how much she could do, without her mother giving screams of surprise or her father shaking his head amused at her antics. Her mother was the muggle one; after all, she knew nothing about magic aside from what her father had told her. As she grew older, though, her magic became something of her personal secret. She could do things that were beyond that of the stories her father told of other young witches and wizards, of their powers spilling out before they were trained. By the time she was eight, she could conjure a thundering storm, just by concentrating at the window of her attic; she could make an entire field of flowers bloom in a rainbow of colors, and then wither with frost in a second. She could also see things before they happened, but that was always kept a secret, even when she showed her father things. She used these secrets, the power that she wouldn't tell anyone she had, to get away from the fighting at home; her mother didn't know how to raise a magical child, especially a child that was magic as well as an old soul- wiser than her meager eight years of age.
When she turned ten, and her mother left, it was no surprise; she was actually surprised it had taken this long for her mother to leave, sneak off into the night with the butcher's son. She watched from her attic window, watched them run together into the night, hands clasped together, their shadowy figured close and quick. She wished she would one day find love like that; rash and naïve, but beautiful and pure, as well. Her father had seen it coming, as well, and put up no sign of hardship; he was hurt, obviously, but they were better off together. They fell into a better routine, one where they didn't have to dance around the magic, before their little secret. They were better now, calmer, more at ease and comfortable in their own skin. When she turned eleven, and came home from school, her father was sat at the large wooden table, his hands laced together under his chin, and his body cool aside from his bouncing knee that gave away his excitement. There was a thick parchment envelope in front of him, on the table, her name in thick green ink and elaborate scrawl over the front: Kelby Faye Whitmore.
And that was the day that her destiny began.
"Kelby, you need to slow down."
"Oh da' quit bein' such a stick in the mud!" Kelby cried her full pink lips quirked up in a grin as her British-Scottish hybrid lilt wove over the words. Her father gave a low chuckle and scrubbed a hand down over his face, his brilliant orange beard and hair gaining some gray over the past year. His big brown eyes still held a youth that no one could deny, however. Kelby herself had not inherited these eyes, but her brilliant red-orange curls bounced around her face to match his striking hue. Her skin was fair, though it could hold a slight buttery tan unlike her father's fair skin, and her cheeks were covered in a sprinkling of freckles. She was small, even at eleven-going-on-twelve years old, and barely came to her father's hip, though he was a tall man, so this meant nothing. The most fascination part of this girl, however, was her eyes; they shone in a crystal blue hue that was so light and bright that sometimes they seemed entirely clear, other times they shone like dark and dangerous sapphires." I want to get to all the stores before the otha' kids do!"
"You have plenty of time, Kelby," her father smiled. Galen Whitmore was never surprised by his daughter's energy, there seemed to be endless amounts of it, and he was always being dragged along for the ride." We've only got so much to buy, after all!"
"On the list, ya!" Kelby cried," But ya also promised me a new broom to practice on, and a pet to take with me to school!"
"Aye, and I'm startin' to regret saying those things," Galen said with a smile. An hour later, and they had everything- broom included –except for his daughter's new pet and her wand. Kelby was bouncing for an animal, but she allowed her father to lead her to Olivander's first. There was a family in the shop already, all with the same shocking red hair- almost as shocking as Kelby and her father's orange hue -but there were only boys in the room, aside from a toddler girl and the mother." Oh, didn' mean to intrude- Arthur? Is tha' you my old friend?!"
"Galen!" Arthur Weasley cried, running over to hug Kelby's father tightly. Kelby watched, confused since she had never met this man before, but shrugged it off as the two men began chatting back and forth." What in the world are you doing here?"
"Kelby got her letter for Hogwarts," Galen said proudly," She and I are jus' getting her supplies before she ships off next week."
"Oh! My two boys are starting next week too!" Arthur said, realizing that he did indeed have a family behind him." This is Molly, I'm sure you remember," He gestured to the woman with auburn hair and kind brown eyes." And she's holding our youngest, Ginny. Beside her is the youngest boy, Ron, two years behind Kelby and the twins, Fred and George. Percy started two years ago, and then there's Bill and Charlie, of course."
"Well, good to see that the Weasley's haven't lost their skill in reproducing beautiful wee babs," Galen chuckled. He reached for Kelby, who had been studying the group of boys closely." This is my Kelby Faye, she's jus' about to turn twelve, this Halloween, actually. Kelby, say hullo, love."
"Hullo love," Kelby said back cheekily. Arthur laughed, loud and happy, and gave her an affectionate pat on the head." Sorry, da says that it was the devil himself who gave me my mouth."
"Aye, but a pretty mouth it is," Galen said, pride for his little offspring shining through his fake parental tone.
"Well, we hate to keep you, why don't you let Kelby get her wand? Fred and George just got theirs," Arthur said. Kelby glance once more at the two twins, smiling at them when they both stuck their tongues out at her. The two fathers were talking again, about lunch after she got her wand, and Kelby strode over to the boys.
"So which is which, and don' try that silly twin switch on me," Kelby grinned. The red heads smiled, as if amused and intrigued by her cheeky attitude.
"I'm George and he's Fred," One twin said, his eyes were a pretty hazel, but had more green in them then his twin's brown-hazel. She studied them both and crossed her arms.
"You're lying," Kelby said with a grin. She moved to stand nose-to-nose with the twin who had spoken and met his green-hazel eyes with her own shocking blue ones, now a dark blue dangerous and determined." Thanks for your name, though, Fred."
She clucked at him, making his eyes twinkle in amusement and curiosity, as she turned towards her father, calling her to the counter where an elderly man was standing. The man turned out to be Olivander and he had a few wands picked out for her. She fell into the routine, taking up the wands and seeing what would happen, but she knew each wand would fail before she waved them, because none of them felt right in her hands. She sighed, determined that no wand would chose her, until Olivander ducked back into the deep recesses of the shop, and returned with a dust covered wand. She glanced up, her mind suddenly drawn to the dark blue box and its mystery contents. He set the box before her, opening it and taking out a delicate white wand, with a silver handle, lilies and ivy leaves carved at the handle. She felt her pink lips form a joyous "o" and her eyes lit up.
"Thirteen inches, willow, Fairy dust core… Flexible, and good for Charms," Olivander read off from his mental inventory." Made this back in the early 1800s when the fey still gave me their dust for wands… I'd say this is one of the last few of its kind… Of course, Fairy Dust cores are very volatile, and picky about whom they chose not many witches and wizards are chosen by them… Something tells me, though, that you might be an exception…"
Kelby took the wand in her tiny hands, and gave it a wave; the room filled with a glowing blue-white light, and then it dissolved into a cloud of sparkles, tickling Kelby's nose as she giggled and held the wand like a lost treasure.
"Yes, heart of a fairy, this one," Olivander murmured. Galen Whitmore smiled, nodding in agreement and handing money to the man. Kelby was holding her wand, studying it closely, and trying to memorize its feel. She found a round gem on the end of the handle, shimmering in the light but small and barely noticeable. She traced the carved flowers and ivy, smiling at how familiar it felt. She didn't notice the twins sneaking up onto either side of her until they both spoke.
"Are you part fairy?" They asked together. Kelby gave them both a look that clearly read that she thought they had some sort of brain damage.
"Do I look like I belong on a flower throwing dust and sparkles at people? No, I'm human," Kelby said. She started to follow their little group, towards some eatery that her father and theirs were talking about." Why do ya think I'm some sort 'a fairy?"
"You just remind us of the stories mum used to tell us," George said, his brown eyes meeting her blue ones.
"The ones about miniature women who have wings, and sparkle…" Fred finished. Kelby smiled giving a vague shrug of her shoulders and stuck her wand into the messenger bag she had against her hip. Once her hands were free, they were suddenly scooped up and tangled around the hand of both twins, swinging as they walked. Normally Kelby didn't like touching people, but the twins holding her hand felt nice, comforting almost.
"You're our new friend Kelby-Fairy," Fred and George said together. Kelby smiled, she had been alone for so long that it was nice to have these boys so blatantly say that she was their friend; it made her feel less alone in the world. That was the day that her fate was sealed.
"What in the name of Merlin's beard is that," Fred asked, leaning against the frame of the compartment door. It was a few weeks after their first interaction at Diagon Alley, and the twins had managed to keep in contact with Kelby through owls and one very interesting phone call. Now she sat in the empty train compartment, her knees pulled up to her chest and a thick book in front of her, with an elegant barn owl in a cage on the seat next to her.
"I'll assume the 'that' you mean is my new pet," Kelby said stroking her free hand over the sleeping owl's back." Her name is Star. She's my pet since da forgot to get me one when were at the Alley."
"Yeah, well she's in my seat," Fred said. Kelby smirked, turning a page in her book, and then marking it by bending the corner down. She set the book down and gently scooped the cage up, moving her to the empty seat in front of her while not disturbing her new pet." Much better."
"Where's your look alike?" Kelby asked, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. She had attempted to tame her bouncing curls by knotting them up into a bun at the back of her head. Fred seemed to notice this, and frowned, his brows furrowing in distaste.
"He went to go get snacks from the trolley before the other kids got dibbs," Fred said," Why did you put your hair up? I liked it down…"
Kelby blushed, her hand flying up to the bun.
"It's jus' always so crazy when it's down…"
"I liked it better the other way… Much more you, Kelby-Fairy…"
Kelby bit her lower lip and reached up, taking the elastic band out and letting her hair fall free in its springy orange curls. Fred smiled at her, and she smiled back, her cheeks still pink but now his matched. They both jumped when the compartment door slid open and George dumped an armful of snacks on the seat.
"What did I miss?" He asked around a licorice wand. Kelby scooted over closer to the window, her heart beating faster than is should have.
"Nothing George, tell me about Ron again?" Kelby asked. The rest of the ride was fine, but Kelby couldn't forget the feeling she got from the way Fred had looked at her, from his compliment about her wild hair. She was surprised and confused by the feeling, because it was entirely new to her. Meanwhile, fate was beginning to stir, beginning to put her personal fate into effect.
A/N: Well, that's chapter one, I've got two and three typed but I'm editing them, and then I'll post. Harry Ron and Hermione- as well as the other characters –will come in later on, it won't be entirely centered around Kelby and the twins, just mostly. Anyway, R&R, even if you wanna flame, I'll answer with a beautiful thank you PM.
Edit: Not much edited in this chapter- as it is the general intro for Kelby and the twins –but next chapter will have more done to it. Hope you enjoyed!
